Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
But you can almost think that you′re seein' double
On a cold dark night on the Spanish Stairs
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room
Where I′ve got me a date with Botticelli's niece
She promised that she'd be there with me
When I paint my masterpiece
Oh, the hours I′ve spent inside the Coliseum
Dodging lions and wastin′ time
Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle
I could hardly stand to see 'em
Well, it sure has been a long-hard climb
Train wheels runnin′ through the back of my memory
When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese
Someday, life will be smooth like rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece
Sailin' ′round the world in a dirty gondola
Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola!
Well, I left Rome and landed in Brussels
On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried
Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' muscles
Well, it sure has been a long-hard ride
Newspapermen eating candy
Had to be held down by big police
Someday, everything is gonna be diff′rent
When I paint my masterpiece
Someday, everything is gonna be diff'rent
When I paint my masterpiece
When I paint my masterpiece
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